[ He doesn't look to Meridian because he thinks they're honest.
Honestly, he doesn't look to Zenith either - one side offers hope, the other offers acceptance. Neither option is very enticing to him, and it strangles him to think that he must decide between his nature and who he wants to be. He thinks of Anubis, and his promise. He thinks of Nephthys, awaiting him.
In his palms, he holds the ancient effigy of his nephew; blue faience and aged clay, fragile and naught but a memory. And he thinks, he wonders what he can do. What a powerless god like he can do, to restore his world. Hope or acceptance? ]
What happened, to bring you these convictions of yours? I have to ask. Why are you so certain of your way?
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[ He doesn't look to Meridian because he thinks they're honest.
Honestly, he doesn't look to Zenith either - one side offers hope, the other offers acceptance. Neither option is very enticing to him, and it strangles him to think that he must decide between his nature and who he wants to be. He thinks of Anubis, and his promise. He thinks of Nephthys, awaiting him.
In his palms, he holds the ancient effigy of his nephew; blue faience and aged clay, fragile and naught but a memory. And he thinks, he wonders what he can do. What a powerless god like he can do, to restore his world. Hope or acceptance? ]
What happened, to bring you these convictions of yours? I have to ask. Why are you so certain of your way?